Post by Mandie Wheeler on Jul 24, 2016 9:02:52 GMT -6
Year 2086
As I lay here in a pool of blood I can feel my life slipping away. My eyes are slightly closed as my breathing becomes shallow with each passing second. My long Greying hair is pooled around me as my left arm is trapped under my chest. This is where the blood is coming out of, but you wanna know how this happened right? Well, for you to know how I got here I'd have to tell you my story or as much of it as I possibly can recall. My memory isn't what it used to be and I can feel the cold grip of death pulling me into the darkness. **Cough!! Cough!!** I open my mouth as I spit out blood trying to keep my breath.
2006
I am a thirteen year old teenager trying to make it in this crazy world and honestly I am on the brink of losing my damn mind. Why you ask? Because ever since I can recall I have had to help my Mother with everything. I have never really had a childhood and it bothers me a lot. While everyone goes to their friend's houses and go on trips with their family. I am stuck at home cleaning the house, cooking, washing, or taking care of my pain in the ass little sister Dana. I love her don't get me wrong but she is annoying as hell to me. I just wanna a regular life but that's not gonna happen anytime soon. My mom says she needs my help.
I sit in the living room and flip the T.V. on and this is when I see wrestling for the first time. It enthralls me and I really get into it for some reason. Hell for the first time in my life I feel alive and like I can take the world on. I grit my teeth and pump my fists. My heart rate is up and I am excited. After about an hour the how is over and I feel empty again as I am back to reality. I sit there and at that moment I know I want to become a wrestler. I wanna get in that ring and fight. I am now cleaning the house but wrestling is still on my mind. I can't shake how it made me feel and still does. This new feeling is just amazing to me.
A week later I am actually walking around on town on a Saturday as I did my chores as quickly as I could. As I had gotten permission to go to a local wrestling show. I was excited as I was gonna get to see a live event for the very first time in my life. I had even manged to get front row tickets. Sure it wasn't a huge show but to me it was everything.
I stood in line now excited as hell my heart beating as fast as it did when I saw wrestling on T.V. the week before. I try and contain my excitement but it's almost too much for me and then the line starts to move and I finally am in the building and walking to my seat.
I got lucky that I got a seat where the wrestlers come out so I get to see them up close and personal. I sit down and then stand-up as I can't make-up my mind what to do. It's about thirty minutes to showtime. I go get a drink and some chips and as I sit-down I start to eat and wait for the show to start again. I am still excited but try to stay calm.
The show starts and I am standing up looking at the action. Some of it spills out near me ad as I yell I get a mouth full of blood as one of the guys is bleeding and not only that but my face is covered in blood now. Both guys stop briefly and ask me if I am OK. I just nod as I am just to excited. I had never been anywhere in my entire life and this was amazing to me. I wasn't about to complain. Although the blood tasted nasty but something about it etched itself in me. After the show both guys approached me as I was leaving and apologized.
“Hey sorry about that little lady. It wasn't supposed o go down like that.”
“It's OK things happen. I am just happy to have been able to see my very first wrestling show.”
They both looked at me and were surprised how calm I was. One they were a big deal in the company and two I was covered in blood but acting like it was nothing.
“Your first show and your covered in blood and fine with it?”
I just smiled and nodded at both of them. The taller one smiled at me.
“ You are a true fan now.”
I laughed lightly in an awkward manner. They both laughed with me as they understood I was just a kid compared to them. The taller one spoke up again.
“So, this was your first show? What was your favorite match?”
I stopped laughing and got a serious look on my face.
“Honestly the women's match.”
The shorter one spoke up now.
“Why? You wanna be a wrestler someday?”
That thought never occurred to me till that very moment.
“Well, yes!”
The taller one nodded.
“Well, you got your first taste of blood so you got that out of the way.”
He laughed as he said that and I did too.
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
“No problem.”
We shared a smile and then I spoke up.
“ I better get going my mom is gonna start to worry if I am late. Nice meeting you guys.”
I said as I left. I was excited and now I was really thinking of becoming a wrestler even more-so. They treated me like one of them. Atleast in my mind it felt that way. When I got home I ran to my room to change; as I didn't want my mom to see the blood on my blouse.
Present Day
I had just moved back to L.A. After spending some time in the Dojos in Japan so I could learn some Strong-Style and some showmanship. I really wanted to up my round game so I was honing my skills there and learning some submissions as well. I loved living in L.A. as it's where I grew-up and it wasn't far from Brazil. Which is another place I liked to go to to practice my MMA. I haven't wrestled for a company yet and I am about to have my first match in United Championship Infinite, but I had had a few MMA fights in Brazil. I lost all four them but I didn't care as I was learning plus MMA wasn't what I wanted to do. No, I wanted to wrestle ever since that day I got that blood in my mouth.
I smiled as I recalled that day. It was an exciting time for me and I had many more exiting times. I loved going to those shows as the guys and girls starting noticing me and even asked me backstage where I learned about the backstage stuff and was even given advice. I absorbed it all in like a sponge. I remembered one of the girls telling my about a school called the Fire Pit. She said it was a great school and she recommend me to really listen to Craig Jenkins.
At first I didn't trust him as he was older and really liked to get close to the girls but after a few sessions I realized he just wanted to teach us. I excelled in the class finishing in the top three. Craig always told me I was a natural but that I needed to work on my confidence. That's the main thing about me that weakens me at times. I don't have the confidence I should have. Don't get me wrong I believe in myself and believe I can win every match but then I have self doubt. Atleast I did when I was sparring and in the backyard matches I had growing up.
So, yeah I am a rookie per-say but I am not a rookie to the game. I know what to do in that ring and I'll do whatever it takes to get where I want. Thing is you have heard this trillions of times right? You guys have heard the same story and the same lines too but honestly my story is different. I'll tell you more as we move along.
Right now my focus is on getting myself settled into this house and then focusing on my opponent whom by the way is a rookie to UCI like me. I am ready though for this match. I am excited but ready for it.
I am now setting up my study and the camera spills out. Guess it's telling me it's time to speak my mind. I grab the camera and set it up in a nearby corner and press the record button. Revealing I am wearing a red tight fitted baby-tee and some jeans. I smile at the camera and just start to shoot.
“Hello UCI fans my name is Mandie Wheeler and I am excited to be a part of UCI. I hope I don't disappoint you lovely people. **Taking a deep breathe** Gotta say I am nervous as heck about this match but I promise by the time it's go time I'll be settled in and ready to go. Now Chase Scott don't let my nervousness fool ya because I am not a pushover; not that you think that or have said that. Just putting it out there.
I know you are probably nervous too but you probably won't admit it and who can blame you right? I mean if you admit you're a human being god forbid. I mean in this business you either have to be a bad ass that is unstoppable or some snotty punk that looks down on everyone or some airhead bimbo with no clue as to what is truly going on but win on your looks alone. No one can just be a big kid with big dreams of being the best competitor they can be.
Well, I am here to break that mold because that's just whom I am. I am a big kid that wants to face the very bets this business has to offer and beat them and get beat by them. Yes, I said get beat because no one in this business is unbeatable. If you think that then you are in the wrong profession. Why do I say this? Because on any given night anyone can beat anyone. That brings me to you Chase Scott.”
I crack my neck a bit as I begin to pace back and forth. I am nervous as heck and have butterflies in my stomach but by the way I have spoken you'd think I have been doing this for years. Well it helps when you are around the business since you were thirteen years old. I still have a lot to learn and to me this match is a learning process.
“Chase, I am sure you want to win this match no matter the cost right? I mean if you didn't you wouldn't be here. I to want to win at all costs and I mean at all costs; so when I pull the tights, gouge your eyes, use the ropes or even deliver a low blow don't take it personal. I am not doing it because I dislike you or anything like that. No, I am doing it because I respect you. I know you'll bring your “A” “B””C” and so on game. I know I am fighting the best Chase Scott that ever stepped foot in the ring.
I am facing am man that is hell bent on destroying his opposition and I wouldn't have it any other way. I want you at your very best because I want to learn from you. I want to know I faced you at your best and beat you. I want to know you gave me every thing you had and it still wasn't good enough to beat me.”
I say with a smile as I know this sounds cocky but this is whom I am. I am not a bad girl nor a good girl I am just that girl.
“Chase, before you piss yourself and get up all in my grill about what I just said don't. I want you and the rest of UCI to realize I am not a good girl nor a bad girl. I am just that girl that's gonna do whatever it taks to get the win. If you don't like what I say or do then either take me down a peg or two or get the heck out of this cutthroat business. Because honey if you can't handle Mandie Wheeler then you can't handle this business.
I am not the best in the world, nor the people's champion. I am not a phenom or a beast incarnate. I am not using twin magic. I am not a family of scary people nor part of a movement. No, I am Mandie Wheeler and you better remember that name for a long time and please mark the date on your calendar when we meet. Why?”
I raise both my brows a bit and smirk at the camera.
“Because I want you to remember the day you faced me and lost. Not for lack of trying or because you aren't good but because you just weren't good enough on that night. I also want you to remember that night so when I am standing as a champion down the road and you are still trying to get a match you can tell everyone you faced me. You faced the greatest woman that ever lived. Yeah, you like that don'cha? You like me saying that because you know it's true. No really it's damn true.”
I start to laugh as I can't help it. I want to kick someone in the face as I sounded like a damn script and that's not me.
“Chase forget all that crap. I just want you to know that on Overload you aren't facing a monster no you are facing they monster of all monsters. Trust me when I say this though. I will do what needs to be done to get the win and by hook or crook I am gonna defeat you and make you realize that this little girl from Mandieville is much more then you ever bargained for. I am everything you fear hate, love, and cherish all wrapped into one. I am everything you strive to be and will never. Because I am Mandie Wheeler the new sensation and the woman that's gonna screw-up your plans.”
Actually I liked everything I said as I spoke my mind and no matter what happens they all now know they aren't just facing a rookie but a rookie that isn't afraid to step-up and go toe-to-toe with anyone and everyone that gets in her way.
“You know Chase I might be nice and sweet on twitter or backstage but in that ring I am a a machine and I will destroy anyone and everyone that gets in my way. Why? Because you aren't a man nor a woman in that ring. No, you are just another victim. You are just another stepping stone and another rung on the ladder of success I plan to climb to the very top. The ladder I plan to climb and grab that briefcase and cash in on my career. See, Chase I don't plan to start my career off on the wrong foot. No, I plan to start off on the right foot and take you to a place you have never been.
I want you to know that you were in a fight. I want you to get up the next morning be it in the hospital or in your hotel room. I want you to get up and look in the mirror and look deep in your eyes and there. Right there you will see the emotional scar I have etched into your mind and each time you close your eyes that scar will open and you will relive that night Mandie Wheeler kicked your ass and left you not just an emotional scar but a mind fuck for the rest of your life.
I want you to realize that this is not just another match for me but the start of my livelihood. This is what is gonna put food on my table and I'll be damned if I am gonna let you take that food off my table. You might be a nice guy or a bad guy but me? I am not a good girl or a bad girl. No, I am just that girl that's gonna scar your mind. The one that's gonna leave you asking yourself why couldn't I ever beat Mandie Wheeler and the answer will be right there each time you close your eyes. Because I am gonan become your wet nightmare come true. I am taking you on a trip that you are not ready for and one you will never forget. You are not just a match to me but an example.
That's right you are an example of what I am gonna do in UCI and I am using you to send a message to anyone that dares to step-up to me. That this little girl is ready to take the bull by the horns and stick them straight up your ass!”
I keep my cool even though I am right now pumped and ready to take on the world. I know I could be setting myself up for a huge fall but either you go big or go home. This is not ballet and you either go hard or stay on the damn porch.
“Chase, don't take it personal as this is all business and if you do take it personal...well? That's on you son and not me. If it's gonna bother you losing to me that much that you make it your life's goal to try and destroy me then I have done my job. If you choose to ignore me whether you win or lose then that means to me that you are just a worthless piece of crap and you weren't even worth the effort. I hope I am wrong about you though. I hope you give me your best and then show me the same respect I will show you; and I don't mean we'll become best friends but acknowledge the fact I kicked your ass and took you beyond your limits. Although that's asking a lot of anyone in this business right? I mean your best friend is your worst enemy and your worst enemy is your best friend. I know that don't fit us but it just defines this business to a tee and I am letting you know I get it. I get this business better then you realize I do. Well, I have spoken enough to you and let you and everyone in UCI know whom I am and what I am about. Chase one last thing. I am not just another pretty face.”
I say this as I blow a kiss at the camera and walk up to it and press the stop button.
